There's something like a laugh, that rolls into one of those sounds of Danny's that shouldn't make him beam but it does. Explodes in Steve's chest like sunlight when he breaks the water from far depth in the morning. That sound, aggravated and so put upon, like a warning of the hell to come. Which only takes seconds, really, before Danny is shoving words into Steve's mouth instead of his tongue.
Breaking them on his lips, but shoving forward still. Catching Steve around the neck and dragging them down, while Steve is pulling his own legs up, shifting his balance, awkwardly to his knees, and getting a hand on Danny's closest leg, and tugging him by his pants, and the solid muscle under them, to be pulled under, between Steve's legs, even while Steve himself is laughing. This tawny, sort of bright, half-winded sound at the slander heaping on his lips or his head. Whichever.
"Just adding your name to the pile," Steve ducked his head, even ungainly edged toward unbalanced and let his mouth graze Danny's the edge of Danny's jaw. Lips catching on the faintest cut of stubble, and aimed for the soft skin under it. "Unless you plan on putting up some kind of fight soon?"
It's probably wrong how much those words both sound like a arrogant crow for winning already, with outdated childhood tactics he had not even thought of until Danny's pointing it out, and the heady, thick tone alluding temptation that even if Danny puts up a fight, he'll love that, too. He'd be there, be up for it, in less than a second. Even if the arm that wouldn't have to go far to make itself into a head lock, fingers heavy against his throat in a way that could go lethal in seconds, if they were anyone's but Danny's.
That hand in the middle of his back. None of them are signs of Danny fighting back. If anything it's every single receptive sign, going off like green lights down a straight boulevard for him. The whole thing is insane. Which is, maybe, why he nips the soft skin at the juncture to Danny's neck. Just enough. Even when he's shaking his head into Danny's skin. Because it is inexplicably insane. He shouldn't even being feeling like this. Right now.
Not after earlier. Not after ten, or fifteen minutes ago . But he is. And it's as true as everything else. Which is all Danny.
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Date: 2013-05-14 12:18 am (UTC)Breaking them on his lips, but shoving forward still. Catching Steve around the neck and dragging them down, while Steve is pulling his own legs up, shifting his balance, awkwardly to his knees, and getting a hand on Danny's closest leg, and tugging him by his pants, and the solid muscle under them, to be pulled under, between Steve's legs, even while Steve himself is laughing. This tawny, sort of bright, half-winded sound at the slander heaping on his lips or his head. Whichever.
"Just adding your name to the pile," Steve ducked his head, even ungainly edged toward unbalanced and let his mouth graze Danny's the edge of Danny's jaw. Lips catching on the faintest cut of stubble, and aimed for the soft skin under it. "Unless you plan on putting up some kind of fight soon?"
It's probably wrong how much those words both sound like a arrogant crow for winning already, with outdated childhood tactics he had not even thought of until Danny's pointing it out, and the heady, thick tone alluding temptation that even if Danny puts up a fight, he'll love that, too. He'd be there, be up for it, in less than a second. Even if the arm that wouldn't have to go far to make itself into a head lock, fingers heavy against his throat in a way that could go lethal in seconds, if they were anyone's but Danny's.
That hand in the middle of his back. None of them are signs of Danny fighting back. If anything it's every single receptive sign, going off like green lights down a straight boulevard for him. The whole thing is insane. Which is, maybe, why he nips the soft skin at the juncture to Danny's neck. Just enough. Even when he's shaking his head into Danny's skin. Because it is inexplicably insane. He shouldn't even being feeling like this. Right now.
Not after earlier. Not after ten, or fifteen minutes ago . But he is. And it's as true as everything else. Which is all Danny.